when you're out there by letyourspiritsoar, literature
Literature
when you're out there
sometimes i think about the corners.
those movies under your bed, that party on friday night, the tie around your throat.
why they're scared, unsure, breathtaking.
why everyone avoids them thinking it's so bad to be near them, so bad to be surrounded.
why the water is the heaviest before you break the surface.
why your back's against the wall instead of me.
sometimes i think about the edges.
those so close second-place finishes, that moment you should've kissed her, the paper plane that almost took off.
why they're hanging, waiting, almost-
why there's always a feeling that this could change everything or nothing, could change you.
set me back down but don't remember my name.
keep your hands and shoes inside my vehicle
at all times. shove me out to sea and sink
your teeth in to what you cannot have. break
bones but not bread and run out on yourself.
monday follows thursday and an airplane
followed me home. turn up the skyline
and wish for the etchings on the sidewalk
to be your new home. you've got to burn
your heart down if you want to set
the world on fire.
she stretched her hand around the world
to try to reach the moon. etched spiders
into every open door frame to remember how
her tongue feels. swallowed glass jars and
jumbled puzzles pieces. crumpled up newspaper
fill the holes in the grass.
she will miss everything but the snowflakes in
your eyes. time bent backwards and she couldn't
find her place among the wreckage. the symphony
soliloquy ringing in her ears could not drown
out the dried up souls.
melt her down until there is a taste of her
ashes among the salt in the air. reason that
infinity is nothing but a number so when their
words come crashing in around her she can sa
where we were to where we are by letyourspiritsoar, literature
Literature
where we were to where we are
somewhere along the way between forever and tomorrow
you decided there wasn't enough time in a day
so you turned and chose to chase after yourself
i was left to reassemble my clocks
somewhere along the way between hatred and bitterness
you decided there weren't enough colors in a rainbow
so you raged and prayed for constant sun
i told you i couldn't find my paintbrush
somewhere along the way between forgiveness and redemption
i decided clouds were meant to be walked on
so you stretched and tried to breathe me in
i still do not know if i will send you a ladder
you are the stuff of school girl imagination
of heaving collarbones smeared in blue-lined paragraphs
but once you wipe the crust of lovestruck stardust from your eyes
she will not be there to kiss you awake
you are the trick of the promise of forever
of secrets whispered between sheets and skin
but no matter how many one a.m. apologies and remorse-filled diaries
she will not be there to miss you too
you are the wish of what could have been
of wasted eleven-eleven tightly shut eyes
but when the butterflies with missed replies flood your ribcage
she will not be there to return to sender
you'd think you'd really know a person
after seeing past her skin, blood, and bones but
scattered red and white fragments only tell a story when they're whole
and i am no puzzle master
and you'd think you'd really remember a person
after memorizing her every curve, line, and imperfection but
she has painted her face many times over now
and i cannot see through walls
and you'd think you'd really understand a person
after watching her bend, break, and beg but
reconstruction is so very complicated and messy
and i do not have a map
It was always her smile that caught me. It was almost a literal hook, tugging me physically closer until we were barely a breath apart. I always focused on the way her slightly curved mouth was turned up ever so slightly almost as if she was blissfully laughing internally whenever she paused and looked at me. I don't know if I'll ever forget her direct, searching gazes at me, peering up close, as if she were trying to memorize every pore on my face in that exact moment as if somehow if she didn't, she would blink and I would disappear. It was her quick sideways looks she would dart me from across the room that told
when you're out there by letyourspiritsoar, literature
Literature
when you're out there
sometimes i think about the corners.
those movies under your bed, that party on friday night, the tie around your throat.
why they're scared, unsure, breathtaking.
why everyone avoids them thinking it's so bad to be near them, so bad to be surrounded.
why the water is the heaviest before you break the surface.
why your back's against the wall instead of me.
sometimes i think about the edges.
those so close second-place finishes, that moment you should've kissed her, the paper plane that almost took off.
why they're hanging, waiting, almost-
why there's always a feeling that this could change everything or nothing, could change you.
set me back down but don't remember my name.
keep your hands and shoes inside my vehicle
at all times. shove me out to sea and sink
your teeth in to what you cannot have. break
bones but not bread and run out on yourself.
monday follows thursday and an airplane
followed me home. turn up the skyline
and wish for the etchings on the sidewalk
to be your new home. you've got to burn
your heart down if you want to set
the world on fire.
she stretched her hand around the world
to try to reach the moon. etched spiders
into every open door frame to remember how
her tongue feels. swallowed glass jars and
jumbled puzzles pieces. crumpled up newspaper
fill the holes in the grass.
she will miss everything but the snowflakes in
your eyes. time bent backwards and she couldn't
find her place among the wreckage. the symphony
soliloquy ringing in her ears could not drown
out the dried up souls.
melt her down until there is a taste of her
ashes among the salt in the air. reason that
infinity is nothing but a number so when their
words come crashing in around her she can sa
where we were to where we are by letyourspiritsoar, literature
Literature
where we were to where we are
somewhere along the way between forever and tomorrow
you decided there wasn't enough time in a day
so you turned and chose to chase after yourself
i was left to reassemble my clocks
somewhere along the way between hatred and bitterness
you decided there weren't enough colors in a rainbow
so you raged and prayed for constant sun
i told you i couldn't find my paintbrush
somewhere along the way between forgiveness and redemption
i decided clouds were meant to be walked on
so you stretched and tried to breathe me in
i still do not know if i will send you a ladder
you are the stuff of school girl imagination
of heaving collarbones smeared in blue-lined paragraphs
but once you wipe the crust of lovestruck stardust from your eyes
she will not be there to kiss you awake
you are the trick of the promise of forever
of secrets whispered between sheets and skin
but no matter how many one a.m. apologies and remorse-filled diaries
she will not be there to miss you too
you are the wish of what could have been
of wasted eleven-eleven tightly shut eyes
but when the butterflies with missed replies flood your ribcage
she will not be there to return to sender
you'd think you'd really know a person
after seeing past her skin, blood, and bones but
scattered red and white fragments only tell a story when they're whole
and i am no puzzle master
and you'd think you'd really remember a person
after memorizing her every curve, line, and imperfection but
she has painted her face many times over now
and i cannot see through walls
and you'd think you'd really understand a person
after watching her bend, break, and beg but
reconstruction is so very complicated and messy
and i do not have a map
The tattoos, they caught on incredibly fast. I mean, it only took about half a year after the Death-caster came out. That's what the press called it, the Death-caster. Anyway, about 6 months after the first televised prediction, these tattoos starting showing up everywhere. It went from fad to craze to routine. Everybody did it. You would get some blood drawn. The machine would quiver a bit and hum. You'd get your paper and you'd go straight to the tattoo shop. Pretty much everyone has their cause of death, their C.O.D., tattooed these days. The accepted place to get it became the top of your left arm. Every time you go to check your
I catch your eye across the room and try to hide my smile. The butterflies in my stomach are so active I'm surprised you can't see them. They make an appearance each time I see you, so strong I can barely speak.
A sweet scent permeates the room, tearing my attention away from you. I shrug it off and turn back to my conversation, still keeping you in my sights.
For weeks, months, we danced around each other. Fleeting glances, stolen kisses, rarely speaking.
I look over my shoulder, searching for the source of the lingering scent. It sends chills through my body. A hot tingle starting in my spine, expelling itself via my flushed face.
As
We are what is left of nothing to begin with
cue cards read our emotions
and we are all a bit biased
We are the children of negligent parent
kids of oblivion in a world of ignorance
and all we do is dream
We are the long-lost friend who moved on
and left behind lonely lovers
in exchange for promises
We are the rain on our parade
we are the carpenters, too
with lies scribbled across our resumes
We are artists chained by the wrists by critics
who are driven by fear in dapper masks
fairy tales are long past their happy endings
teach me to dance in all the worst ways. lead my feet like broken arrows in every wrong direction. force my hand too roughly to your cheek, promising to be gentle. jab my elbow into the hollow of your ribcage and chalk it up to getting to know you just that much better. press your lips to my ear and swear you never meant for this to happen at the best and worst of times, then remind me how glad you are that i'm all yours tonight.
so can you tell me, can you tell me
how it feels to be in love
i used to know but i can't remember
and it's all i've been thinking of.
so can you tell me, can you tell me
is it supposed to be like this?
i wish to know but i can't remember
and it's you i want to have to miss.
so can you tell me, can you tell me
what i should do with these faces i find
i think i know and i almost remember
if i could just stay inside your mind.
so can you tell me, can you tell me
why it has to be this way now
i know i know and i could remember
if i could only remember how.